i want to mute the scenestop the clocks, turn them offand feel your silenceshut their mouths, block my earsand i wanna hearof some way or down and outand all else is separationmy watches when you heavefor the lastin a conscious momenti could live in uncertain regrethere in the pastmy choose blanks memories and moreyou clearly made me think that i had something to live forburied in the dirtso I will dig and pull the fleetfor once I believeand may you pray for meour worlds ran parallelan indefinite promise to meetdividedand a colored frustrationas i enter the vault you breachunsubsidedhit firm